Merdeka.com - Yeah, I’m big money

I’ll pull up and pop out at your OG

Fucking with them killas

They’ll hop out and step on you for free

Told her, “Quit all that playin’ baby, why you teasing me?”

All my blicks got switches on them so they empty easily

Went and got my weight up, niggas think I’m taking creatine

Designer juggin’, I just served a nigga in Amiri jeans

Yeah, them shoes was Fear of God but I swear ain’t no fear in me

If I go today, my girl and kid gon’ shed some tears for me

My niggas ain’t never did no hair

But they might come and split yo wig

My pops had told me, “Anything you do, make sure you do it big”

So I went and got them zaza bags and put ’em on a rig

We got paps and we got drakes

And we got glizzys and some sigs

If my partner died today

I told him, “It’s nothin’, I got your children”

Couple of niggas I came up with turned opp

They better keep they distance

Don’t talk about that shit online

Go get a fire and handle your business

It don’t matter if you just shot ’em

He ain’t dead, the job ain’t finished

In my condo doing push-ups, going crazy with calisthenics

If it’s smoke, I pull right up to his crib and I address it

I’m in the club, I got the baby rocket right inside my jacket

You’ll get stomped out in these Dior boots, we beat your ass in fashion

Told my wifey, “I’m not normal, don’t you treat me like your ex”

Nigga called me for a ten piece

Told ’em, “Hold on, give me a second”

If I drop the pack on you

You better pay me quick, bitch, I’m alone

It cost a fee, can’t talk right now

That load came in, I’m kinda busy

Like my vibes with curves and pretty

Say you real, I know you cap

So you a walking contradiction

I got M’s, I had ambition

Cougar ridin’ with me

She thick, just like she delicious

Got that stick inside my lade

When I pull up inside the trenches

Yeah, I’m big money

I’ll pull up and pop out at your OG

Fucking with them killas

They’ll hop out and step on you for free

Told her, “Quit all that playin’ baby, why you teasing me?”

All my blicks got switches on them so they empty easily

Went and got my weight up, niggas think I’m taking creatine

Designer juggin’, I just served a nigga in Amiri jeans

Yeah, them shoes was Fear of God but I swear ain’t no fear in me

If I go today, my girl and kid gon’ shed some tears for me

My niggas ain’t never did no hair

But they might come and split yo wig

My pops had told me, “Anything you do, make sure you do it big”

So I went and got them zaza bags and put ’em on a rig

We got paps and we got drakes

And we got glizzys and some sigs

Yeah, I’m big money

Yeah, I’m big money

Yeah, I’m big money

Yeah, I’m big money